12-17-2025, 11:38 AM
WARNING: Contains some erotic words and drawings
Zack Fracker (AKA Oliver Frey) was born in 1948 in Switzerland; since 1973 he lived in the UK. He was a self-educated illustrator and started to design explicit gay comic strips in the early seventies, inspired by his very own erotic fantasies. Zack designed numberless comic strips for British magazines like HIM, Vulcan and Teenage Dreams. British-born co-author Roger Kean has had careers as a movie cameraman, film editor, journalist, magazine and book editor, and has written millions of words about many subjects, including gay fiction.
Quote:The older man withdrew this pointed tool from his mouth and started licking its tip copiously. The boy gave a soft groan, evidently enjoying the attentions of his partner. Gil’s own cock, which had gone limp as soon as he ceased rubbing it, grew rock hard again as he watched the action from next door. The older man was now undoing the old cords, easing them down over the boy’s legs. The kid wore nothing underneath, so the Italian stagehand was free to really get down to some good sucking. First he made the boy turn around and bend over. Gil couldn’t see properly but the kid was obviously holding onto the door. He could see the flat stomach tautened with excitement running into the bony flanks. They almost made a perfect right angle. Gil shifted position
Gradually the man pulled the cock further until it was jutting backward, incredibly seeming to issue from his ass. In this position there was still plenty of it left for the man to suck and, slowly he shifted his attention from the ass to the rigid javelin with its arrow-shaped head. The Italian kid started gasping pleasurably as the older guy worked the cock in and out of his mouth, slapping his wide tongue wetly against the rippled shaft. Then he grasped it firmly in his hands and began wringing it almost like a washerwoman getting rid of moisture from clothes. In response the kid wriggled and squirmed. Then he got deeply sucked again. The man kept on alternating these actions until the poor kid was in an agony of delight. His hollowed butt shook with his exertions.
At the same time Gil was now jerking off furiously and realized from the wetness of his hands that he had already shot his bolt once and was virtually ready for another orgasm.
He glued his eye firmly to the crack and was rewarded with one of the best cum shots he had ever seen. The man sitting down was bent forward eagerly, still wringing that long shaft, now swollen with desire and ready to bust at the seams, his tongue flashing with blurry rapidity around and around the cock’s tip. Gil heard the boy’s raspy breath getting faster and then he grunted an